First
First A drabble by Clara Waskowski The car stopped in front of the convenience store. Nervously the blond picked up the purse that was on the front seat, opened the door and exited gracefully. With a deep breath and with heels clicking on the pavement, this tall beauty entered with a smile for the man behind the cash register. Approaching the counter with a pair of pantyhose, the mini-skirted figure heard the words, "Will that be all Miss?" He had done it! For the first...